[Nikita Malikov]

1800 Hours
P-0967
Mess Hall
Outpost

"Ty izdevaeš’sja!"

Nikita barely contain his laughter as he looked across the mess hall table at Bills.

"Your callsign is Barbie? As in Ken and Barbie? Èto čertovski veselo!"

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Barely capable of keeping his laughter in check, Nikita was unconsciously slipping into Russian, which probably wasn't going to make Bills any more appreciative of his current behavior. If he'd known about her callsign before now, he might have been able to keep his laughter in check, but when he hadn't been expecting the name he had only just managed to stifle the outburst.

It wasn't that Nikita couldn't see Bills being named after an attractive blond, because he could, he just couldn't see her being named after a vapid, consumerist blond whose fake, plastic body was probably indirectly responsible for a lot of other, fake plastic bodies among young women. He suddenly managed to get this mirth under control and eyed Bills speculative. There had to be a story, a good one, behind that nickname. He managed to pry her callsign out of her, so perhaps he might be able to get the story out of Bills.

Completely removing any trace of a  smile off his face and looking very sober and serious, Nikita asked,

"Who'd you annoy to get that name?"

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[Billie Jean Witwer]

1800 Hours
P-0967
Mess Hall
Outpost

Letting the dessert spoon clank with the plate as she narrowed her eyes at him. There was nothing amusing about her callsign. It was one of the two callsigns she liked. And no, their jester Russian was not going get informated about the second one either. Yet entertaining way he laughed, annoyed her. Az had given her it to her if her memory served her correct. Pinky was given to her by Matthew when they both were cadets at the Academy. She slapped away the memories and the face of the Air Force Officer. She had better things to do then to ponder where her former crush was.

Like the man before her for example.

If he wasn't careful she would bite him as well anyone else who picked on her callsigns, "Yes, Barbie," she confirmed then wondered why she had to open her big mouth in the first place. Now she had to face the consequences of her actions.

Leaning back she watched as the Russian Army Officer fought for control. Sometimes she forgot how many didn't know what her callsigns were. She could forgive herself since this was her first major tour of duty. "Actually," she smiled, "I didn't annoy anyone. It sort of...came; more or less."

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[Nikita Malikov]

1801 Hours
P-0967
Mess Hall
Outpost

Bills looked well and truly stirred up over Nikita's amusement at her callsign, which he found interesting. He had actually expected her to be a bit embarrassed or annoyed by her callsign (that's what callsigns were for), so he wasn't sure what to say now that he had gobbled up his foot. There had to be a story behind it her callsign given her reaction, and it was sounding like it might be a little bit of a boring one. Probably some friend just randomly calling her Barbie during a drinking session and the name sticking. Ah well, he'd got this far, he might as well keep on going.

"Oh, did it now? It just spontaneously popped into existence?"

He was just stirring her now, smiling with joking disbelief.

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It suddenly dawned on Nikita that something horrible was about to happen. One or both of them were going to tell the story about how they received their nicknames, and neither of them were the least bit drunk. There wasn't even any alcohol in sight. This was, obviously, a major slight against the cosmic powers that be, and it was up to Nikita to rectify the situation. Fortunately, he was prepared for any such situation.

"Wait, wait. We aren't drunk yet!"

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Nikita rolled his eyes at Billie's ignorance about the proper protocols for story telling.

"There is a right way and a wrong way to tell the story of how you got your name. There must be alcohol involved, and there must be of much raucous laughter. Don't go anywhere. Will go get vodka."

Nikita, whose English had deteriorated for comic effect, winked at Bills and got going before she could object, a broad grin on his face when he thought that she couldn't see his face. Even if Bill's story wasn't particularly funny, he was going to make the telling in of itself fun. Plus: vodka.

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[Billie Jean Witwer]

1801 Hours
P-0967
Mess Hall
Outpost

Did he just mock her?

Billie wonder as she continued with her expression she had placed on her face earlier. Oh it just popped, but apparently the Wizard had a sense of humour that was short of few...well yellow bricks, that led to his palace. Yet the same humour was well branded in the halls of Delta site. Which itself didn't make any sense. Rubbing her face, she sighed, "Or someone with a wise mouth slapped that since he was having a bad day?"

Picking up her water, she sipped, moved her mouth to say something when the Captain jumped in with offer of vodka. Did he realise that she didn't drink often, right? Before she could correct anything; the man off like a bolt to grab vodka. Sighing she knew this was going to interesting or total disaster. She babbled when she drank or at least that was what her brother told her. Sometime she wondered if he got Brandy and her mixed up. Yet she was glad that he wasn't here to see this.

It wasn't the fear the drink. It was fear off not getting stopped once she started the shots. And who knew what she would talk about. So here she waited till army officer came back with the hard stuff.

Captain Oxford would be proud, she though with a roll of her eyes.

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[Kata Harris]

1802
P-0967

Hallway Outside Mess Hall/Mess Hall

Outpost

Captain Harris wandered down the hallway near the mess hall munching on the rice crispy treat she had brought along from Earth, her attention was focused on the electronic reader in her hands, before leaving home again she loaded it up with every book she had read and every one from the best sellers lists. Just to give herself something to do during downtime, if she ever needed something to do that is. 

She was nearing the mess hall when she heard a out burst of laughter, it was quickly followed by a man Kata did not recognize rushing down the hall away from her like he did not want to waste any time. She paused and watched him go, before looking back to the entrance to the mess hall. She walked to the door and stuck her head inside, she saw a blonde LT sitting at a table alone. "Evening.." Kata said walking into the room. 

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[Billie Jean Witwer]

1801 Hours
P-0967
Mess Hall
Outpost

Placing her glass back, Bills looked around the place. Noting the two Oxfords in conversation; she hadn't even seem them arrive. She felt a pang of homesickness. At least they had each other. Regardless how the Captain came across as to most people but dropping everything to have dinner with family spoke volumes. Her family was back in the Milky Way as were her friends from the Academy. Most she hadn't kept in touch with for a while. With the ones she did keep in contact were busy with their own duties within the SGC or outside of it; still being attached to the program.

Sighing she stabbed into her food, only go look up to see the SV4 member standing before her when the other woman spoke up, "Ma'am," the navy lieutenant greeted the ranking officer and pilot, "evening. Please take a seat." Billie offered with a gesture.

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